English Poetry. Alice Dunbar-Nelson. Sonnet. Элис Данбар-Нельсон.

Alice Dunbar-Nelson (Элис Данбар-Нельсон)

Sonnet

I had not thought of violets late,
The wild, shy kind that spring beneath your feet
In wistful April days, when lovers mate
And wander through the fields in raptures sweet.
The thought of violets meant florists' shops,
And bows and pins, and perfumed papers fine;
And garish lights, and mincing little fops
And cabarets and soaps, and deadening wines.
So far from sweet real things my thoughts had strayed,
I had forgot wide fields; and clear brown streams;
The perfect loveliness that God has made,—
Wild violets shy and Heaven-mounting dreams.
And now—unwittingly, you've made me dream
Of violets, and my soul's forgotten gleam.

Alice Dunbar-Nelson’s other poems:

1. You! Inez!
2. The Lights at Carney’s Point
3. I Sit and Sew
4. To the Negro Farmers of the United States
5. At Bay St. Louis

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Percy Shelley (Перси Шелли) Sonnet (“Ye hasten to the grave! What seek ye there”) 1820

Rupert Brooke (Руперт Брук) Sonnet (“Not with vain tears, when we’re beyond the sun”)

Hartley Coleridge (Хартли Кольридж) Sonnet (“If I have sinned in act, I may repent”)

Nicholas Breton (Николас Бретон) Sonnet (“The worldly prince doth in his sceptre hold”)

Amy Levy (Эми Леви) Sonnet (“Most wonderful and strange it seems, that I”)

Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) Sonnet (“Lo, even as I passed beside the booth”)

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